An evening cricket game on the Maidan, the batsman mid-swing as the sun drops behind a lattice radio tower. Two women talking at the blue railing of a concrete jetty, one in a conical hat, still lake water and a misted treeline behind them. Rounded grassy hills receding ridge behind ridge into pale blue morning haze. Neighbours sitting and chatting on the rails of a narrow train street, walled in by dense green foliage. Black-and-white panorama of glaciated peaks rising through a sea of cloud. Victoria Harbour at first light, ferries crossing smooth dawn water, the Hong Kong skyline ranged behind under streaked cloud.
22° 33′ N 88° 20′ E · The Maidan

lines drawn by the road.

“last over at sundown”
kolkata, in · 17:50
Victoria Harbour at dawn, Hong Kong14
Neighbours sitting on the rails of Hanoi's train street14A
Street scene at the margin15
Two women on a misty jetty, Inle15A
Meat vendor, Kashgar night market16
Rickshaw driver, Jaipur16A
Hawa Mahal facade, Jaipur17
Grassy hills receding into morning haze18
Evening cricket game on the Maidan18A
THE WORK · FOUR CHAPTERS

Four ways of looking.

Themes the work keeps returning to, the same questions asked against different countries, different weathers, different hours of the morning.

Hawa Mahal facade lit honey by afternoon sun.
№ 0126.92N · 75.82E

The Lay of the Land

Cities and the land around them. Palace facades and honeycomb windows, hillside harbors and ridgelines, the long coast. The wide view of a place, built and wild.

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Two women in conversation on a misty blue jetty, early light.
№ 0216.84N · 96.17E

At the Margin

Border towns, waterfronts, night markets, the work that holds at the seams.

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Street-food vendor in front of a tray of meat with a weary, direct gaze.
№ 0339.47N · 75.99E

Face Value

Portraits. Vendors, elders, strangers. Contact, never picturesqueness.

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Rounded grassy hills receding ridge behind ridge into pale blue morning haze.
№ 0422.95N · 96.93E

Open Road

Buses, ferries, roadside stops, the texture of the space between.

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Two women talking at the blue railing of a jetty over still lake water, early light.
STORIES

Coming later.

Essays and field notes to sit alongside the photographs, written slowly and posted when ready.

Stories →
“The universe is made of stories,
not of atoms.”
MURIEL RUKEYSER · 1968
ABOUT · MANILA, PH

every photograph is
an hour that survived.

It is not a job. It is the slow, accidental drawing of a map, one picture at a time, of the places a life passes through when it is allowed to wander.

About the photographer →
The photographer seated on a rocky rise, in profile against the snow line of the high Andes